Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
